He dresses her in a chastity belt, painfully high heels, and metal cuffs. Chaining her neck to the ceiling, he peruses BDSM porn on his laptop. She suffers perfectly. He orders her to get him a drink. Cherrytorn takes mincing steps to the kitchen and back, serving him. Then she kneels, unzips his pants, and mouthfucks PD while he’s still perusing his laptop. He comes, squirting like a fountain.

His footsteps pound the stairs to the basement. He lifts a wooden door. She’s in a cage in the floor, a ring gag in her mouth. Cherrytorn lies helpless as he pisses on her, using her for his urinal.

Her neck is locked to the wall so that she chokes just a little, drooling from a metal bit. Tears run down her face. PD splays her out with her toes barely touching the floor. He zips a skintight hood on her head and bolts a dildo into her cunt. Now she can’t move. Now she’s really fucked. After a pussy whipping, a metal tit-squeezer turns her nipples into easy targets for a singletail. A vibrator makes Cherrytorn cum, rattling metal and wheezing air through little holes in her hood. Showing her gratitude, she takes cock deep in the throat. He leaves abruptly and she’s suddenly alone, struggling to find comfort.